My Secret

May 16th, 2014
To my Dearest Mother,

   It pains me to say that I am struggling with many internal conflicts and I have been continuously going through this struggle for the past few weeks. I have done something terrible to your poor daughter, my poor sister, Jazmire. I am stuck and I do not know what to do in this situation. It all started one morning after she and I left home and went to the store. While we were at the store she had obtained something that was near and dear to her heart. She had cherished this little treasure for the next few days that followed our shopping, until my  horrible misdeed happened. This treasure was perfect, shiny coated, brown, soft, and tiny. We were both oddly found of it and enjoyed playing numerous games with it, and then one evening when I saw her playing with it I got very jealous. I got jealous because although it was hers, I felt I deserved it more than she did. It pains me to explain the events that follow but I will try, and I hope you do not judge me as harshly as I am myself. You see, after Jaz finished playing with her beautiful item and she got ready to lie down with it, I hurriedly snuck into her room while she was in the bathroom and I hid under her bed until she and our beloved treasure came back to go to sleep. Once they were both safe and sound on her bed, asleep, I quickly got up and snatched it from next to her. The next morning, Little Brown could not be found and I made sure I hid him well. It has been three weeks since that horrible jealousy of mine caused me to take away my sister's happiness, and she is still searching for our beloved treasure. I do not know what to do because I want to return our treasure to her to make her happy but I can not do so. You see mom, I have gotten rid of our prized possession. The next day after I stole it, I went back to the store and I spent our little, round Abraham Lincoln penny! I admit that telling you of my secret makes me feel less burdened, but I still do not know what to do. Please write me back as soon as you can bear, my fair mother.

Sincerely, Mariyah Judson